Wannabe writer, illustrator and human being in general who suffers from a serious XVIII century stuff fetish.
Love lighthouses and the sea but hate the hot and tropical Caribbean beach.
Hate Twilight but love Kristen Stewart... most hardly.
Born in the wrong century... ridiculously obsessed with the past: mine, his, hers, theirs but specially with Great Britain's. Consequence: passion for old clothing, militar unifroms of the XIX century, gladiators, period films with Keira Knightley and mini-series from the BBC.
Potter, Austen, Brontë sisters, Shakespeare, Byron, Poe, Hardy, Lewis, movies and music fan girl.
THIS IS NOT A GAME OF THRONES SPOILER FREE ZONE
I live a Leighton Meester appreciation life and I regret nothing
Slowly developing an incredibly unhealthy Crystal Reed condition.. (just look at her omfg)
“Dearest Cecilia, The story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the Surrey park at dusk in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man, who with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return, find you, love you, marry you. And live without shame.”